Split Tongue

[Verse 1]
Tongues untied conjure
Lungs wide, deep in power
Gut bucket spill over
The sounds were the strangest
Before word was formed in the beginning
Vibrating between flesh and teeth, air escapes
Calling your name when least expected
Stirring spirit, chaos directed
No strays, no mistakes
(Possession) Possession, (possession) possession
True and living, rooted rhythm
Spilling game, full up with feeling
I'm so full up with feeling
Can I touch you there?

[Verse 2]
Talking to myself and not listening
Who cares what thе picture thinks?
My shadow voice glare opеn
Question mark above the crown, the fifth mystery
I want all the rings, it came with caution
Words mean things, but don't have to
Lemme ask you one more time
True and living actual
No dull axes, owner of all heads
The word came first, the worm still fed
Fresh flowers in a lab
Flex hours, but that ain't no bag
One language, a programmable translation's infinite
Your pick of sentiment and meaning, it grew between us